Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle so acute in pride.
A curse or plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a wood's spark flight to the skies,
The tempest king, he the throne.
But halts in stride as legions
into the leader's tone.

An king arose
From soaked fallow battlefields
With orders calm at voice
And reasoning as shields.

And dreadful it were
As he spoke of
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his came upon my hand.

Then swords were by the brave
As for me I a twig towards the skies.

And no one would
One's eyes as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire filled to air.

While two in brawl for the
A third with grins on cheeks
In bushes watching in
of the bleak.

At startled,
had dropped my twig
I down the fireside
And the last sparks of the
Lit the my paths with wings
Sensing me and my Neuron Kings.